On July 13th, 2022, we received the call every parent dreads, but never really expects. Our dear sweet daughter-in-law informed us that our eldest son of 23 (her new husband of just 2 short months) had gotten into a car wreck on the way home from work.
“He didn’t make it,” were the four words that ushered me into this life of grief. It’s not the life I would have chosen. But it’s the path I must walk…to the glory of the God who gives. And the God who takes away. Death is an enemy. But it’s an enemy “whose end approaches.” (Douglas McKelvey in Every Moment Holy) Praise God! The son who was torn from us, is now waiting ahead of us. This is my story. As I wait in the in-between spaces, the shadowlands, between the world I now see and the world that is my destiny, I wait with a pain in my heart and an anticipation of what is to come. This blog holds my thoughts in the waiting.
I am a Christian, wife to Kyle, and mom to five kids: an adult son, adult daughter, two teen girls who I am currently homeschooling, and one son who is waiting ahead of me in heaven.
